It must be love and no other

It must be love and no other
What shall we call this we
That left all made
and call thee me

Thou air and distance sea
Eyes forsake and depart breathe
Only in my arms you seeth these

Roses spread, music sing
Beautiful wine on gallant fields
My kiss, you only seek

Silent hills, multiple speaks
The wind shares mysteries
Plants dwell in their dreams
In my heart you grow
all that can ever be


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About Michael Ogundele

A writer, ardent reader and lover of nature. fell in love with writing five years back and I've been engraved in her arms ever since. I share my little way of writing poetry and reflections based on Catholic faith and Spirituality on this space. I hope you enjoy reading as we ride the same chariot to the leafy greens. Do follow me and together, let us jump into the ocean of my ink.
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